Not what I've done,not what I've spoken
Not what I've shown,not that I lied
Just holding on would render me broken

But weak as I am, my hands remain tied
Fear of wrath,fear of pain
Fear of facing what I am

Fear this might leave a stain
Of your blood on my hands
My face is scarred,my hands unclean

Can't wash away the fool I've been
Murder one or suicide:
Which would be the greater sin?

Straining to hold each breath I'm taking
A shackle that pulls,I can't set it free
Not quite below,but slowly I'm breaking

In saving you I would be killing me
Fear of wind,fear of rain
We built this house on shifting sand

Fear this might leave a stain
Of my own blood on my hands
My face is scarred,my hands unclean

Can't wash away the fool I've been
Murder one or suicide:
Which would be the greater sin?

A wave that hits from behind me
A weight that pulls from beneath
A storm that blows all around me

A fear inside that has bound me

[Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick]

[Lyrics: T.Leonard]